You left your permanant mark on me

I couldn't leave the same

As we passed by slowly

Like a non-safety match 

Scraping on a sandpaper box.

My eyes rolled back as you scratched me

With what felt like the sharp bit of a safety pin

You got under my skin

It must be car paint or writing ink

(Of which there is no data on safe use on humans)

It's gone from tenderness and swelling 

To itching, bumps 

And bad and good behavioral change

I'm fading from blue black to green

A tatty drunken sailor

Trying to wash it off by summoning spirits

No longer invisible to the Gods

Hopefully you'll be able to identify me in the next world 

With my passport to future happiness 

 

I miss you 

Like a hole in one

That went in and out again